By Walter Rauschenbusch
Reblogged from NPR’s On Being
For the wide sky and the blessed sun,
For the salt sea and the running water,
For the everlasting hills
And the never-resting winds,
For trees and the common grass underfoot.
We thank you for our senses
By which we hear the songs of birds,
And see the splendor of the summer fields,
And taste of the autumn fruits,
And rejoice in the feel of the snow,
And smell the breath of the spring.
Grant us a heart wide open to all this beauty;
And save our souls from being so blind
That we pass unseeing
When even the common thornbush
Is aflame with your glory,
O God our creator,
Who lives and reigns for ever and ever.
Hopping Hadrian's Wall 
Sir, I find myself wanting to share with my very small church this poem of W Raushenbusch’s, Prayer of Thanks. Is it permitted by you if I use all the proper identities? I see where it came from NPR’s New Beginnings. Would that be included too. IF you give me permission. It would be in our church newsletter.
I like it!
Thank you,
Sally Montgomery
Issaquah, WA
It’s not mine to give, so no credit is needed for me! I’m just hoping that more folks will learn about what a great man Dr. Rauschenbusch was
Reblogged this on The Theological Wanderings of a Street Pastor and commented:
Happy Thanksgiving!